Inner journey

Calm, transparent morning
With crystalline sounds
Of subterranean murmurs
And silent reflections.

Submerged in this light
The earth becomes moist
And the waters rise into the sky
To become clouds
Returning to their origin

In the same way I go up to the stars
Come down and immerse myself
In the depths of my soul

When I go up I bring with me
the sweet earth from which I came
When I go down, I carry on my brow
The bright sounds and colors
from the heights I reached.

Santiago Chile, February 2005